The Arrow
At the tail a deep yellow
like the hint of daylight in the night
The first and last seen, how I see her
Then the faintest glimpse of orange
The echo of the last goodbye
And rushing back with a change of mind
Next a deep burn of red
Barely visible but echoing still in my mind
Flashing back and forth since I left
Followed by the hint of blue
Oh its sight reminds me of you
It takes everything not to rush home
Advancing to shimmering purple
You have never been invisible to me
I felt you long before my eyes took to the skies
Oh the remnant of green
From the ground these Christmas trees
Just waiting for the light to go on
A white band for the center
Like a blank space or page yet unwritten
Where I hope you will call home
The rainbow shines in the sky
Still a promise for all mankind
That this storm will break into beautiful things
Then the surface glistens
As if oil now reflects the light
Reminding me once there are colors in night
Next up the tiger stripes
Imperfectly described in this way
But one does not simply skin this beast
Untouched silver just ahead
A gentleman does not encroach so far
Simply satisfied seeing silver shine
Topped by a cacophony of gems
Like a rainbow from the earth itself
Fit to adorn all manner of crown
Finally the golden tip
Like my truest star pointing me home
The first and last seen, how I see you
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